music on the hill

there is a music on the hill,
a melody from off the way,
reminding us to come on home,
our bruises left for yesterday

there is time, beside the fence,
to lean a breath towards the west,
and hear the music on the hill,
that calls you home to peace, to love,

to rest

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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